He had one
mission: to run down the hill. He sprinted. The cool mist heavy in the air. A pause. He felt a prickling on the back of
his neck. The ground beneath him started to shift as half his body fell down
the hole. Fingernails from below the surface grasped onto his leg and dragged
him down. He wailed. Gnawing on his toes
they pulled and pulled other leg snapped off.
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